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All I'm saying is—this guy needs a dog. Read on. A free parking spot on the honky-tonk boulevard of broken dreams, dead ends, and ne’er-do-wells. A...

Everyone’s got a reason why they chose their dog: “It was love at first sight.” “We did it for the kids.” But really? “He was cheap.” Yes, you hear...

The Origins Canadian teenager Wiff LePew is a neat freak with a fatal weakness; he faints at the slightest scent of body odor. A olfactory-challeng...

Brains are overrated. “Look at Nelson Cerebellum,” Mother said. “A genius! The eighth wonder of the world according to your teachers. And look wher...

“What do dogs and trees have in common?” I asked during my weekly trivia night get-together. Ernie Fert—gap-toothed and eager—raised his hand. I pr...

We think of evolution as a straight path, like a tree branching endlessly in new directions. Follow a branch to its tip, and you’ll find species th...

It’s all part of DJ’s grand plan to drive me mad, lock me in the Cuckoo’s Nest, and claim my house, car, and hockey card collection. Some “best fri...

“Don’t move, or I’ll poop,” DJ threatened, his tail pointed westward ho, his back hunched southward ho in defiance. My teeth chattered as I backed ...

On the last leg of our morning walk in the schoolyard, DJ tore into a discarded lunchbox. Inside were half a tuna sandwich on pumpernickel, a snot-...

There is nothing—nothing—I’d rather do than lie supine, immobile, and barely conscious on my couch, feeling gravity pull me deep into the cushions,...

At Meadys, we pride ourselves on crafting raw dog and cat food that you can trust—quality you can see, literally. Unlike mass-produced commercial pet foods churned out by machines and hidden behind colorful boxes and opaque packaging, Meadys' products come in clear, transparent bags. Why? Because we have nothing to hide

No one’s busting into Boris’ brown-brick bungalow with the bird bath on the balcony as long as Blinky’s on guard. Why, you ask? Clearly, you’ve nev...